"Oh no! Why is he biting him? What... oh... Shit... shit... shit." I said to myself in a panic.
Suddenly, there was blood everywhere and I panicked. Blooded flesh fell from the policeman's neck as the man sunk his teeth into him. Screeching screams came from the policeman's mouth. I couldn't see much in the dark, but I could hear growling and crunching sounds coming from this weird looking creature, who was kneeling over the policeman that now lay sprawled out on the ground. His legs shook and then they stopped. Shit... he must be dead.
I held my mouth shut with my hand trying not to scream, as my legs gave way with terror in my heart. I didn't want the crazy man to see I was there, so I just crouched down onto the ground hoping that this must be a dream or my wild imagination. I felt a quiver in my body. I didn't know what to do next. I was numb and terrified. All I could see was this creature like person leaning over a body and eating it. He dug his teeth into his stomach and intestines seeped from it. The sight and thought of what he was doing made me gag. The smell of rotten remains wafted into the air as I stood there, stuck in shock.
At that precise moment, the garage door opened up and another guy appeared. He just stood there for a minute and he looked as shocked I was. I captured him on camera and then stopped it.
I came to my senses and got up. I ran back to my car, but the guy ran after me. I didn't want to wait another minute, but the guy grabbed my arm. I feared that he might be another mad man.
"Wait... please..." he pleaded.
"Are you crazy? Who the hell are you?" I shouted rather than asked and shook away his arm.
He was tall with thick brown hair and a stubbly beard. His eyes appeared red and bloodshot. Perhaps, he was slightly drunk, I thought.
"Please, you have to help me. I would get my van, but it's behind those gates and I can't go back there." he pleaded urgently.
"Who was that person banging on the garage. Is it your garage? And why did he start biting that policeman?" I paused.
I was feeling wretched at the sight of all the blood that I had witnessed a minute ago. My stomach started to make sounds as if I wanted to be sick. Suddenly, I gagged again. Tears fell rapidly. I couldn't control myself.
I put my mobile back into my handbag and slid one hand through my black, long curly hair. It was starting to get on my nerves I thought, as I rubbed my tears away. I tried to push it out of my eyes so I could get a better look at this man. He was staring at me and then looking all around the area in a nervous sort of way. He kept looking from left to right and I shivered, feeling worried that we might be attacked at any minute.
"I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a bit out of sorts... I have never seen anything like that before." I said to the man. I started to cough nervously as he stared directly at me.
It was true. I hadn't witnessed something so disgusting as that before. It was crazy what I had just seen. I found it hard to catch my breath for a minute, as my stomach started to heave.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded. I couldn’t speak, because I felt queasy as bile quickly reached into my throat.
"Hey, don't worry... but I think we should get away from here now and yes it's mine... the garage I mean, but I have no clue who that person is or why he was banging on it. I really don't know what is going on or why that person was eating that policeman. Do you?" he asked.
"Me? Are you joking? I was getting in my car when I heard the banging sounds! I got the policeman to investigate... poor thing was mauled to death!" I said uncontrollably.
"Well I was sitting in my garage having a nice long alcoholic drink when the banging started. I was too scared to open it, so I just waited for it to stop. I was shocked to see what was going on. What just happened?" he shouted.
"I don't know. I'm as shocked as you are." It was true, I was astounded as to what had just occurred.
"Hey, my name is Tim." he suddenly announced in a strange, cagey way. "Can you give me a lift?" he asked sheepishly.
"Where to?" I asked as I thought whether to give him my name or not. "Em... I'm Lydia... Don't you think we should report what just happened? " I asked him.
"No. We should stay out of it. No need to report anything. In fact, I've seen some weird things earlier tonight when I was driving around in my van. People are definitely acting strange lately. The police probably already know about it," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
"I.. I saw a woman walk in a funny way across the street and she looked like she was hurt, but when she saw me in the van she started to walk towards me with her arms out. It looked like she was mad, so I drove off quickly."
"Really? Why didn't you help her? She might have been ill."
Somehow, I had a feeling that I was saying and asking all the wrong things.
"She was not ill. She looked dead... well kind of like that... oh I'm not sure what I've been seeing anymore. What I do know, is that I
